Re: log: caspar & dietre; an audition
While Dietre looked like a pianist, Caspar, in his opinion, did not look like what he expected from a restauranteur. He thought he’d find an older man, grey hair, perhaps balding, heavy set, fattened by years of fine dining. But Caspar was younger than anticipated, in good shape, and handsome to the point where Dietre feared he would end up tongue tied if engaged too long in conversation.
He also did not expect to be offered a drink during an audition. He didn’t think this was how things were done. But it would be rude to refuse, wouldn’t it? “Oh. Ah…” Dietre looked past the man to the bar. He only drank on social occasions to quell his nerves, and only what was on hand. He had never been to a bar, the options were overwhelming. “I-… Wine would be nice, thank you.” He’d leave Caspar to choose what type, since he really had no idea.
Again he looked for the piano, and this time he found it, the familiar shape of a grand beneath a sheet. It had been ages since he’d touched a grand, he was eager to make the instrument’s acquaintance, but it seemed he would have to stumble through an interview of some kind before he could lay his hands on it.